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"Hey Nagato...sorry to bother you, but Haruhi demanded we go out today and search for some anomalies...again" I heard him grumble as he spoke, obviously not compliant with Haruhi Suzumiya's plans. Letting out a small involuntary burp, I had acknowledged that I had heard him. Hearing a small grunt I could tell my action had surprised him. It was obvious he was still getting used to my fairly new weight and mannerisms. "...Well we'll see you in a bit Nagato, bye." Turning off my phone, I inserted it into one of numerous belly folds for safe keeping. Turning my head, I saw my roommates were now bringing up the mountainous pile of plates up to our sink. I would've helped them honestly, but I had more important matters to attend to. Going to my closet I put on my cardigan, which despite it only being needed for school usage I had grown accustomed to wearing it outside of the establishment. Of course this was not my original cardigan as that had been torn to shreds by my flab approximately 2 weeks and 3 days ago. This one I had gotten from the school faculty after it had as described by my physics teacher "exploded" off my body. I have to say though...it was relieving to let out my fat from that tight constriction, I still don't fully understand why humans are so adamant about dress codes in school, perhaps I shall try and eventually get them to see it my way for once.
"Miss Nagato! Where are you going?" Achakura hollered to me as I walked towards the door of our home.
"Out, the brigade needs me." I said nonchalantly, then realizing that I required a pitcher of milk from the refrigerator before I make my leave. Now despite our relationship and her diminutive stature, Achakura had grown a sort of maternal instinct when I took her in. It mostly popped up when she was cleaning and I was "fooling around" as she called it, but she could rather demanding when she disagreed with my actions...which was almost all the time.
"Don't "brigade" me! Mr. Kimidori and I need you to help in cleaning the dishes, after all you did eat the most of it...gluttonous pig" Achakura muttered under her breath at me. I would retract that statement, I am most certainly NOT a swine, how degrading to call me as such. Grabbing one of the many pitchers of milk from our fridge, I consumed 4 cups worth and responded, well...not without a hearty belch from downing the milk first.

"BBBBUUUURRRPPPP!!!! I cannot, sorry I will work on whatever you haven't finished when I get back." Bowing myself out with my colossal sized belly folds pushing into the floor, I hurried myself out as Achakura shouted a few obscenities at me, which I would rather not repeat. Walking outside along the sidewalk I made notice of several people looking at me. At first it was certainly different for me being so noticed, as I had gotten used to being rather unnoticeable, it made it rather easy to buy my hentai merchandise. Though, now that I looked like I should be a sumo wrestler, and the fact that it had no effect on my physical ability, not that it would but they didn't know that, I had made quite an impact among the people who live near my estate. I had also noticed that some of them were looking at me not out of surprise, but of lust. Apparently these people are called "FAs" as Kyon said when he first realized people were staring at me in such a manner. The term stands for "fat admirer" and it describes a person who is physically attracted to a person of large weight, this surprised me, as my previous analyzations of the subjects of admiration and affection and lust had led me to believe only those of more thin and voluptuous figures were targeted by such emotions, it made sense given how Mikuru Asahina and Haruhi Suzumiya were treated by the male populace of our school. When asked of his opinion on that subject, I could not get a proper answer, he merely mumbled and turned his head, I guess he doesn't seem to like that stuff. Walking further along I realized my cardigan, despite it being large enough to hold three people of average size in it, it continued to ride up on my belly, my large, cavernous navel peeking out from underneath. Truth be told, I did not pull it down as most people would do, I rather enjoyed the feeling and did not care if parts of my body were being shown in public, it's not like anything bad could happen to me because of it, so I didn't bother to. Taking another sip from my pitcher which I held in my blouse, between my large breasts, I crossed over a crossing path that would lead to the restaurant we regularly made our visits at when we made plans on weekends. I always enjoyed walking this way to the WcDonalds (A/N: I swear I remember seeing a W version of the logo in an episode.) it was quite scenic, many species of birds fluttered about, occasionally being fed by just simply walking near a human, how I envied those creatures' abilities to persuade humans in such a simple manner for sustenance. I also loved the beautiful flora that had been planted here, springtime made the cherry blossoms glow a rather interesting hue of pink. Most importantly though, was the excess amount of stores that held vasts amount of games, mangas, and animes. It was simply...an incredible experience, much like my first time being in the local library with Kyon, I practically floated around whenever I went in to browse and shop. By the way, it seems a mere flash of skin in the upper and lower parts of the torso in one of these stores will grant one a substantial discount, were it not mildly "socially unacceptable" to do so, I would've hugged the cashier upon this discovery.

Looking at the sun's position in the sky, as I had forgotten which fold I had stuffed my phone in, I could see it was 3:23, exactly 14 minutes since Kyon had called. Seeing as he had not specified that I be quick, I took it as an opportune time to grab a snack from a cafe to the opposite of the street I was on. Walking in, I immediately noticed I was the only one in there, I saw this as a good sign, as it would allow me to eat as much as I wanted and let out gas without being bothered by other patrons. Sitting my gigantic bottom onto the petite chair, which despite it's metal structure I could hear the strain of steel breaking underneath me. Giving my order to the skittish waitress, who seemed greatly intimidated by my appearance, much like Miss Asahina was at times towards when I was skinny, though I doubt it for the same reasons, I politely sat at my table, taking time to pat and rub my extended flesh, which rumbled as it begged to be filled. About 23 minutes later the waitress, along with others to help her carry my food, gracefully set my order atop the table, that is until they realized it wouldn't fit and then pulled in two more tables to accommodate the food. Not bothering to use my usual table manners in these establishments, as again I was the only one here, I demolished the stack of food sitting in front of me, pieces of white cake and fruits were getting caught in chins and cardigan. Belching and farting as I devoured my snack, I saw that several staff members of the cafe had taken to watching in amazement as I ate. I admit, I was quite proud of my quick eating when I was normal sized, but how I ate now made that seem like a person moving on a slow-motion camera in comparison. In only two minutes, as I took a break to go to the restroom, I had eaten as a snack what anyone else would consider a full course meal made for 5. Paying the staff the amount required for the meal, alongside a 30% tip for giving me an audience, I made my way out as the staff looked onward, their mouths open, and their eyes twitching.

Taking one more sip from my pitcher, I finally finished drinking the delicious milk. I must make note to find the cow this milk came from and give it a gracious thanks, for it was possibly the best milk I had ever consumed. Seeing the WcDonalds up ahead, I could see Haruhi standing outside, she seem slightly annoyed as she was tapping her foot, with her arms crossed and a frown graced her face.
"Ugh finally, there you Yuki we've been waiting forever for ya!" Haruhi said as she very quickly brightened up at seeing me, poking her finger into my extended gut, she made a comment about my weight. "Sheesh, did you eat my weight in food? You look even bigger then you were yesterday..." Even though Haruhi's tone suggested she was exaggerating, I knew that I had actually eaten far more then her weight today, probably 5 times it. Walking inside I saw the others make note of my appearance, becoming eased at the sight of me.
"Stop pestering Nagato Haruhi..." Kyon said, apparently hearing the girl's comment at my size from before. "She's already got enough problems with random strangers staring at her, she doesn't need you pointing out her weight."
"Ah quit whining Kyon! If Yuki was bothered by it, she would've come to us about it by now right Yuki?!" Haruhi said this as she draped her arm across my shoulder. As I took my seat, Haruhi began talking about how she had made some research on an area nearby that had some odd events happening at it, which Mikuru took a slight interest in, Itsuki seeming enamored by the news, and Kyon merely sighed in irritation at Haruhi's excitement. We then partook in drawing the toothpicks to assign who we'd search with, seeing I had drawn a colored toothpick, I looked on at the person who had also drawn a colored toothpick.

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"Hey Nagato...sorry to bother you, but Haruhi demanded we go out today and search for some anomalies...again" I heard him grumble as he spoke, obviously not compliant with Haruhi Suzumiya's plans. Letting out a small involuntary burp, I had acknowledged that I had heard him. Hearing a small grunt I could tell my action had surprised him. It was obvious he was still getting used to my fairly new weight and mannerisms. "...Well we'll see you in a bit Nagato, bye." Turning off my phone, I inserted it into one of numerous belly folds for safe keeping. Turning my head, I saw my roommates were now bringing up the mountainous pile of plates up to our sink. I would've helped them honestly, but I had more important matters to attend to. Going to my closet I put on my cardigan, which despite it only being needed for school usage I had grown accustomed to wearing it outside of the establishment. Of course this was not my original cardigan as that had been torn to shreds by my flab approximately 2 weeks and 3 days ago. This one I had gotten from the school faculty after it had as described by my physics teacher "exploded" off my body. I have to say though...it was relieving to let out my fat from that tight constriction, I still don't fully understand why humans are so adamant about dress codes in school, perhaps I shall try and eventually get them to see it my way for once.
"Miss Nagato! Where are you going?" Achakura hollered to me as I walked towards the door of our home.
"Out, the brigade needs me." I said nonchalantly, then realizing that I required a pitcher of milk from the refrigerator before I make my leave. Now despite our relationship and her diminutive stature, Achakura had grown a sort of maternal instinct when I took her in. It mostly popped up when she was cleaning and I was "fooling around" as she called it, but she could rather demanding when she disagreed with my actions...which was almost all the time.
"Don't "brigade" me! Mr. Kimidori and I need you to help in cleaning the dishes, after all you did eat the most of it...gluttonous pig" Achakura muttered under her breath at me. I would retract that statement, I am most certainly NOT a swine, how degrading to call me as such. Grabbing one of the many pitchers of milk from our fridge, I consumed 4 cups worth and responded, well...not without a hearty belch from downing the milk first.

"BBBBUUUURRRPPPP!!!! I cannot, sorry I will work on whatever you haven't finished when I get back." Bowing myself out with my colossal sized belly folds pushing into the floor, I hurried myself out as Achakura shouted a few obscenities at me, which I would rather not repeat. Walking outside along the sidewalk I made notice of several people looking at me. At first it was certainly different for me being so noticed, as I had gotten used to being rather unnoticeable, it made it rather easy to buy my hentai merchandise. Though, now that I looked like I should be a sumo wrestler, and the fact that it had no effect on my physical ability, not that it would but they didn't know that, I had made quite an impact among the people who live near my estate. I had also noticed that some of them were looking at me not out of surprise, but of lust. Apparently these people are called "FAs" as Kyon said when he first realized people were staring at me in such a manner. The term stands for "fat admirer" and it describes a person who is physically attracted to a person of large weight, this surprised me, as my previous analyzations of the subjects of admiration and affection and lust had led me to believe only those of more thin and voluptuous figures were targeted by such emotions, it made sense given how Mikuru Asahina and Haruhi Suzumiya were treated by the male populace of our school. When asked of his opinion on that subject, I could not get a proper answer, he merely mumbled and turned his head, I guess he doesn't seem to like that stuff. Walking further along I realized my cardigan, despite it being large enough to hold three people of average size in it, it continued to ride up on my belly, my large, cavernous navel peeking out from underneath. Truth be told, I did not pull it down as most people would do, I rather enjoyed the feeling and did not care if parts of my body were being shown in public, it's not like anything bad could happen to me because of it, so I didn't bother to. Taking another sip from my pitcher which I held in my blouse, between my large breasts, I crossed over a crossing path that would lead to the restaurant we regularly made our visits at when we made plans on weekends. I always enjoyed walking this way to the WcDonalds (A/N: I swear I remember seeing a W version of the logo in an episode.) it was quite scenic, many species of birds fluttered about, occasionally being fed by just simply walking near a human, how I envied those creatures' abilities to persuade humans in such a simple manner for sustenance. I also loved the beautiful flora that had been planted here, springtime made the cherry blossoms glow a rather interesting hue of pink. Most importantly though, was the excess amount of stores that held vasts amount of games, mangas, and animes. It was simply...an incredible experience, much like my first time being in the local library with Kyon, I practically floated around whenever I went in to browse and shop. By the way, it seems a mere flash of skin in the upper and lower parts of the torso in one of these stores will grant one a substantial discount, were it not mildly "socially unacceptable" to do so, I would've hugged the cashier upon this discovery.

Looking at the sun's position in the sky, as I had forgotten which fold I had stuffed my phone in, I could see it was 3:23, exactly 14 minutes since Kyon had called. Seeing as he had not specified that I be quick, I took it as an opportune time to grab a snack from a cafe to the opposite of the street I was on. Walking in, I immediately noticed I was the only one in there, I saw this as a good sign, as it would allow me to eat as much as I wanted and let out gas without being bothered by other patrons. Sitting my gigantic bottom onto the petite chair, which despite it's metal structure I could hear the strain of steel breaking underneath me. Giving my order to the skittish waitress, who seemed greatly intimidated by my appearance, much like Miss Asahina was at times towards when I was skinny, though I doubt it for the same reasons, I politely sat at my table, taking time to pat and rub my extended flesh, which rumbled as it begged to be filled. About 23 minutes later the waitress, along with others to help her carry my food, gracefully set my order atop the table, that is until they realized it wouldn't fit and then pulled in two more tables to accommodate the food. Not bothering to use my usual table manners in these establishments, as again I was the only one here, I demolished the stack of food sitting in front of me, pieces of white cake and fruits were getting caught in chins and cardigan. Belching and farting as I devoured my snack, I saw that several staff members of the cafe had taken to watching in amazement as I ate. I admit, I was quite proud of my quick eating when I was normal sized, but how I ate now made that seem like a person moving on a slow-motion camera in comparison. In only two minutes, as I took a break to go to the restroom, I had eaten as a snack what anyone else would consider a full course meal made for 5. Paying the staff the amount required for the meal, alongside a 30% tip for giving me an audience, I made my way out as the staff looked onward, their mouths open, and their eyes twitching.

Taking one more sip from my pitcher, I finally finished drinking the delicious milk. I must make note to find the cow this milk came from and give it a gracious thanks, for it was possibly the best milk I had ever consumed. Seeing the WcDonalds up ahead, I could see Haruhi standing outside, she seem slightly annoyed as she was tapping her foot, with her arms crossed and a frown graced her face.
"Ugh finally, there you Yuki we've been waiting forever for ya!" Haruhi said as she very quickly brightened up at seeing me, poking her finger into my extended gut, she made a comment about my weight. "Sheesh, did you eat my weight in food? You look even bigger then you were yesterday..." Even though Haruhi's tone suggested she was exaggerating, I knew that I had actually eaten far more then her weight today, probably 5 times it. Walking inside I saw the others make note of my appearance, becoming eased at the sight of me.
"Stop pestering Nagato Haruhi..." Kyon said, apparently hearing the girl's comment at my size from before. "She's already got enough problems with random strangers staring at her, she doesn't need you pointing out her weight."
"Ah quit whining Kyon! If Yuki was bothered by it, she would've come to us about it by now right Yuki?!" Haruhi said this as she draped her arm across my shoulder. As I took my seat, Haruhi began talking about how she had made some research on an area nearby that had some odd events happening at it, which Mikuru took a slight interest in, Itsuki seeming enamored by the news, and Kyon merely sighed in irritation at Haruhi's excitement. We then partook in drawing the toothpicks to assign who we'd search with, seeing I had drawn a colored toothpick, I looked on at the person who had also drawn a colored toothpick.